Aya

You can say this all you like, Osric, and I know that you are prepared to accept the IC consequences for Osric. But good luck to anyone who tries to convince people that they took part in this plot, and wound up as anything except: A) Dead B) Permanently on the run from authorities, vengeful relatives, and the demons of their crimes. Mass murder is not fun and games. Its not redeemable; its not excusable; its not explainable. They can pretend that they have escaped the consequences somehow, but they shall not RP with me.

That's fine and good Warren... but were the players of these characters all aware that their characters were forfeit when they joined the villain side? That's going to be the end result of this (if it is to be believable). Its something for Askier and his crew to think about before they set the results in stone. That's why it had to be brought up.

Good luck with that defense when you next come back to Ul'dah :-] Yeah, there's not going to be a lot of sympathy for the non-collared. Even the collared folk Hornet thinks should have taken their own heads rather than do what they did. But she's a hard-ass like that. The big thing to consider here is that the hired folk didn't even have a clue what the plans were. I'd say quite a few of us were upset/disgruntled about what happened, and there will probably be some side-changing. From an OOC perspective, I don't think Franz wants Jin'li's money anymore. ...it's probably poisoned too. :geek: But IC perspective, the only person who really knew Franz was there was Natalie. (Pretty obvious when they heard each other talking). Kage probably has a sneaking suspicion too, but we haven't RPed anything about that yet. From an IC perspective you're even worse than the collared folk, willing accessories to mass murder. So.. good luck if you try to return to Ul'dah, don't mind the armed mob!

No question about it. There is no compulsion defense for accessory to mass murder. We should be looking for a triggering device not a disabling one for those collars.

Good luck with that defense when you next come back to Ul'dah :-]

Provided the players involved realize what the ramifications are for their characters (from Kiht to Osric, and anyone else involved on the Villains side), they should play it out how they like. I really do not feel like this was the actual intent of the plot from an OOC perspective (but I could be mistaken, I am only on the outside looking in).

Mass murder is not a "disaster". Okay, its not a "natural disaster". The consequences of this should really be thought through.

It is my sincere OOC hope that the poisoning was not successful as described. If it were, I hope the players of the collared characters who took part in it are prepared for their characters to pay the consequences.

Came home 20 min after start because of the aggro. Everyone was already in battle. I logged off thinking it wouldn't work ICly because as far as I knew (ICly and oocly) there was no one in the city to say some shit is happening. Kage walked out of the gates and assisted people in taking out his housemates. Should have come to the Quick Sand..! He was there about 3 times ; Hmm.. maybe it was after I had stepped outside.. sorry Kage!

Came home 20 min after start because of the aggro. Everyone was already in battle. I logged off thinking it wouldn't work ICly because as far as I knew (ICly and oocly) there was no one in the city to say some shit is happening. Kage walked out of the gates and assisted people in taking out his housemates. Should have come to the Quick Sand..!

You'd better find him you goof! The Hero of Ul'Dah is needed once more! ^^

*does the "Welcome to Balmung!" dance!*

Never a dull day of RP for me! :-X

[align=center][/align] [align=center]Prelude to Peril[/align] She pushed the key into the lock. The dank Limsan air caused it to stick. She pushed a little more, hearing the decisive clunk as it slid fully into place. She was soaked to the bone. White seemed such a wonderful Limsan color, and the little outfit had been perfect for a day of vacation and shopping, until an offshore wind brought its rain and chill. The flush of wine was still upon her cheeks from the evenings festivities, but the expression in her features was that of uncharacteristic seriousness. She turned the key, and opened the latch, pushing the door to C'kayah's flat open. "Perhaps he will be here..." she thought, hopefully. As the door swung slowly open, only darkness greeted her. In the dim streetlight she lit the candle left willingly by the door. "He's not here..." she thought, confirming what she had already known. Still, as she moved slowly through the apartment lighting the oil lamps one-by-one she entered each room with a sense of hope, suffering repeated disappointment. She had never seen him in this place, but it looked like him, and smelled of him, a scent now mingling with girlish fragrance of perfume and cosmetic from the spare bedroom which she had taken as her own for use during the short vacation. She let out a deep sigh; rarely would the sight of a trusted friend have been more welcome. A sense of deep loneliness came over her again, a helplessness against the tossing tides of life that she had found no easier to escape despite flight, after flight. "Why would anyone rely on me... I am just a barmaid?" It was a question that had been repeated all evening. Why indeed... She knew what she wanted to do: go to ground, as any smart fox would. She was already out of sight, the hounds were at bay. Go to ground. Save herself. She stood silently in the hallway outside of C'kayah's personal chambers, mind racing with thoughts of escape. Her fingers knit together, working with a nervous energy as she gazed blankly at the floor. "Go to ground..." Her voice erupted spontaneously, and without effort, "OSRIC!" she cried, the walls of the chamber seeming first to reverberate, and then to rebel with the mention of their master's oft-time foe. "Osric..." she repeated, more quietly, as she wondered why the Gods would allow Ul'dah's savior to be ripped from her at the height of the city's need. "Crofte..." She had overheard this on her link pearl, but at the time she refused to believe it, only now it could not be denied. "Kiht..." Her mind reeled with the thoughts of and fears for so many of her friends, left now tied to a miserable fate, their lives and everything that they loved imperiled. She moved slowly into his office, her weight falling into his desk chair. Her elbows fell to the desk, and her head into her hands. In the near dark, out of sight, away from public eye, she found herself doing what she never allowed: she broke down. Tears streamed down her cheeks, flowing and dripping relentlessly to the desk below. The crying whimper of her voice was swallowed by the thick brick walls of Limsan construction. It seemed an eternity later when she found herself seated once more at the desk. A sheet of paper before her: her purchase of writing supplies earlier in the day had perhaps been fortuitous, but the paper was a pink, frilly paper with lace edging. It had been meant for lighthearted, and perhaps flirtatious letters to her friends once she had returned home. For a moment she smirked, the upward curl of her lips providing a stark contrast to the cry-weary look of her eyes. "Such a serious message for such frivolous carriage..." she thought to herself. She set about writing the letter to C'kayah, using the elegant, flowing, and beautiful Ishgardian script that was the legacy of parents who in their foolishness believed it a skill necessary for a girl "of her rank". When she finished she folded the letter carefully, and slipped it into an envelope just as feminine, affixing it with the heart-shaped seal that seemed so much more appropriate earlier in the day. She nodded, with fragile resolve. "I have to post this right away, maybe it will reach C'kayah before I can return to Ul'dah." She picked herself up, grabbing a coat of his as she left for the door. For now he would at least help her fend off the rain. She stepped back into the cold, wet, Limsan Dark. High heels struck rough cobble stones, while rain pelted her from above. Such a serious message; such frivolous carriage.

So glad you're back Erik! I miss you Coatleque! Stay safe... as safe as you can anyway miss Paladin!

*blinks* What does this have to do with makeup? ^_~

I have never really met Kahn'a but his name keeps popping up, and having read Askier's kudos I can see why. Thank you Kahn'a, maybe when its all over I'll be able to meet you! (you can have my kudos too!) M'jumalis Yashna was terrific to meet and RP with last night, she really made Aya's night and almost distracted her from a pretty nasty fight that was brewing! (And kudos to those involved as well, for making the scene tense but not actually letting violence spill over in the Quick Sand).

*slides an arm around Warren's, batting her eyelashes. So... you're single now, right? (Just kidding ^_~) Good luck finding a place, its a shame that housing is such a limited commodity.

Thank you Hornet!!

Love it Otto!

Yay! Nice Coatleque! I think if I were going to get a portrait done I'd try to have it done by Tiergan too There are so many talented artists here in the RPC, I'm amazed by every portrait I see, but I just love her style.

o_o So continually impressed...

I find myself suddenly interested....